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Cast The First Stone
Sometimes
The hardest thing to see is your self
How often I’ve judge others
Never mentioning
The misdeeds I’ve dealt
Never casting stones upon the shadow
Whose numerously fell
In the same exact spot
Unrealistic to the mark
In which I have aimed
Unrealistic to limitations
Constants the burn of pain
Yet to myself the worlds to blame
For all in which I have endured
It’s easier to manipulate outward appearances
Within I face what the world ignores
Cast upon the shore
Of self inflicted discrepancies
Born in a habitat
Of destruction and poverty
Things I’ve seen and done
In succor
To cast the first stone
I’ll be dead
Before I reach the floor
You are so right. . . sometimes we hate in others what we can't see in ourselves. This was well-written as well as thought-provoking.